I got dressed first, struggling with mybra, buttoning on my blouse, and then zipping on my skirt. Then I satat my mirror and applied blush, eyeliner,...and lip gloss. I brushed onnail polish next. I was waving my fingers in an attempt to speed thedrying process as I came downstairs. Aunt Jane beamed when she saw me."You are looking very pretty this morning," she said. It felt strangehaving her gush over me like this. Usually, she only acted this waytowards Mitch. Her attitude towards me. It felt himself getting in further and further, loving her warm, slick ass. He pulled out then rushed it back in over and over as she cried out in horror and pain. Her soft, ass cheeks squeezed together around his shaft. Plunging himself deep into her rectum. Her ass forming firmly around his head.Her eyes were wide as she had half her face planted at the floor, her body shifting up and down with every powerful thrust. It's hand on the back of her thigh.He pulled out lifting her by the throat. We went over to the bed kissing and feeling I felt her wet pussy pushing my fingers in her jucies making them sticky, I got inbetween her legs and pushed my cock all the way in nearly cumming, I stopped to gather myself and started to move she was fucking awsome,her body was fantastic as I quickend the pace, she satrted to moan louder begging for more, this quiet women was a a****l as she grabbed my ass digging her nails into it demmanding harder I was now at full steam as I rammed my cock into. “Why?”“I just like it, Master,” she responded with a shrug.I reached out with my hand and stroked her yoni. It was warm and moist. “Is it the pain?”“That’s part of it, Master,” she said. “It’s also part of enjoying being dominated. I like a strong man. My father was strong and dominant when I was growing up. He never actually hit me but I was kind of afraid of him and would never disobey him. And then there was my Uncle... ““Uncle?”She nodded. “I... I came home early from school one day. I was.